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 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rap 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.