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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.