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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.