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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.