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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.