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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.