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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Crime,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.