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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.