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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Bluetip to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
The Martian,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Index,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.