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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.