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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.