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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.