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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Nico,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
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.