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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.