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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.