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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.