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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Fear,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.