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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.