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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.