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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.