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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Magazine,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.