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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Index,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.