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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.