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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.