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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.