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 Canada and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.