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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Magma,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Television,
the Slits,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.