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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.