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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.