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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.