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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
UT,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Magma,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.