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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.