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 San Marino and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Deakin,
The Move,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.