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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Wings,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.