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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moss Icon to the dance 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.