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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.