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 Indonesia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 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 Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.