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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Anakelly to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.