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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.