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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Smog,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.