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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.