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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.