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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.