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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
The Human League,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Index,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.