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 Malta and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Rites of Spring to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.