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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.