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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
X-102,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Mars,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.