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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.