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 Swaziland 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.