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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Neu!,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.