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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.