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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs 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?
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.