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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.