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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.