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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Golliwogs 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.