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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.