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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.