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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.