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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.