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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.