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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Television,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.