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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Index,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.