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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
The Names,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.