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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.