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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.