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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Can,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.