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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.