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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.