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 Andorra and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.