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 Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
the Human League,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.