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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.