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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.