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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.