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 Iceland 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.