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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.