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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
10cc,
DNA,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Nico,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.