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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.