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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Gong,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.