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 France and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.