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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Nico,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.