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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
The Names,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
The Monks,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.