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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.