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 Armenia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.