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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.