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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.