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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 808 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 Byron Stingily to the rap 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Television,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.