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 India and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 guitar 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.