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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the rap 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.