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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.