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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 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 X-102 to the punk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.