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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.