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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Gong,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.