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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 808 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.