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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.