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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.