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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
World's Most,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.