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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Robert Hood to the grime 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.