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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Move to the punk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Crime,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.