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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Swans,
Gong,
Fear,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.