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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Skaos to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
UT,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
X-101,
Pagans,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.