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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
New Order,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.