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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.