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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.