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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Television,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.