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 Bangladesh 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sonics to the funk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Shoche,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Franke,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.