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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.