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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Mad Mike to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.