Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.