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 Brunei 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Jawbox,
CMW,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.