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 Benin and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.