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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.