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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.