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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Searchers to the punk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.