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 Micronesia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.