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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.