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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.