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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monolake to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.