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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.