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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
PIL,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
the Slits,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.