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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.