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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.