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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.