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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Minutemen to the grime 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.