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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.