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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
The Index,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.