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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
The Saints,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.