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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.