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 Israel 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the dance 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.