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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.