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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.