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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Can,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.