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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.