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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
The Slits,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.