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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.