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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
UT,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.