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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Yazoo to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.