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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.