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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.