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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Index,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.