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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Technova,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.