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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Magma to the punk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.