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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Can to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
The Names,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.