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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Television,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.