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 Philippines and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
PIL,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.