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 Hungary and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.