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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Can to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.