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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.