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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.