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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Q65,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.