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 Andorra 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the techno 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.