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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
MC5,
The Fall,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.