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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Anakelly 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.