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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.