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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.