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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.