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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.