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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.