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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.