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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Pagans,
MDC,
Jandek,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.