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 Moldova and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.