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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.