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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
UT,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
X-102,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.