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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.