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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Symarip,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.