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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gun Club to the grime 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.