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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Germs to the rock 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.