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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.