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 Australia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.