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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.