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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.