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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.