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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Slits to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.