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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Mars,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.