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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 The Birthday Party to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.