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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Jacques Brel 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.