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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
X-102,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.