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 Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.