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 Mali 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
The Evens,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Skaos,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.