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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.