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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.