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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.