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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.