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 France and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The Red Krayola to the rock 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.