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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Nico,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Pagans,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.