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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.