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 Nauru 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Audionom,
Lyres,
the Association,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Pole,
The Doors,
Wings,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.