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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.