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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blackbyrds 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.