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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.