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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.