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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
ABBA,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.