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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Barracudas to the grunge 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.