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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.