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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.