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 Colombia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.