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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.