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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.