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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.