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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Lyres,
New Order,
Franke,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.