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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.