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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.