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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the crunk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Monks,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.