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 Macedonia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Minutemen to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
a-ha,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.