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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.