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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.