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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 The Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.