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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Swans,
Suicide,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.