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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.