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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Intrusion 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.