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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Gong,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.