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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.