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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.