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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.