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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 L. Decosne to the disco 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.