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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Alarm Clocks to the electroclash 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.