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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
The Standells,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Can,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.