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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
New Order,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
The Names,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.