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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.