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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.