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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.