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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the dance 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.