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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.