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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.