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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.