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 Chad and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Franke,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Lungfish,
MC5,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.