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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.