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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.