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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.