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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.