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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.