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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.