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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.