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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the grime 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Crime,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.