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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mummies to the rap 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.