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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.