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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
DNA,
Faraquet,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
June Days,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.