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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.