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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Index,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.