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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Wire,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.