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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.