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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.