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 Yemen and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.