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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Residents to the grime 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
X-102,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.