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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Cluster,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.