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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.