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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.