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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico 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?
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.