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 Algeria 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.