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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.