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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
X-101,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.