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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Lalann,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.