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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Wake to the punk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
JFA,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.