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 Mongolia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.