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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 The Victims to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.