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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.