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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.