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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.