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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Mars,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.