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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.