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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
the Association,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.