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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tremeloes to the punk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.