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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.