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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.