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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.