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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.