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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 organ 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.