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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Buckinghams 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.