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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Techniques to the electroclash 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Index,
X-102,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.