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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.