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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Lydon to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.