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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Pus to the electroclash 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
The Slits,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.