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 Micronesia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.