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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.