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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.