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 Thailand and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.