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 Austria 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Mars,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.