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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Deepchord to the rock 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.