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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.