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 South Africa 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.