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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.