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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.