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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
UT,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.