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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.