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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.