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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 güiro 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.