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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
The Move,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.