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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Germs to the electroclash 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.