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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead C to the dance 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.