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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.