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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.