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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.