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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
The Standells,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.