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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.