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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.