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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.