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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.