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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.