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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.