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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.