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 Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.