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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.