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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 David McCallum to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
JFA,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.