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 Zimbabwe 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.