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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the rock 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.