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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.