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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 the Normal to the dance 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.