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 Russia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.