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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.