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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.