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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.