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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.