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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.