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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 DJ Sneak to the punk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.