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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.