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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.