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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
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 organ 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.