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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.