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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.