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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Mars,
The Remains,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.