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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.