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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.