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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.