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 Somalia and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Malaria! to the punk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.