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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
UT,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.