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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leaves to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.