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 Belarus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.