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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.