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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Can,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.