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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Skaos,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Can,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.