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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.