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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.