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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Swans,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Index,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.