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 New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.