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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.