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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Franke,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.