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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.