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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the crunk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
The Move,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.