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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.