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 Japan 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.