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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Count Five to the dance 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.