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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.