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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 guitar 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.