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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.