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 Morocco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.