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 Nauru 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.