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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.