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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.