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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.