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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.