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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.