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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Nico,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.