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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.