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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
June of 44,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.