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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.