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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.