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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.