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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.