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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Can,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.