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 Samoa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
UT,
The Leaves,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.