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 Toronto.
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 Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.