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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
The Slits,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.