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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.