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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.