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 New Zealand 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.