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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the crunk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Visage,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Magma,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.