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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Easy Going 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.