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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Neu!,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.