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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.