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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.