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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.