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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Radio Birdman to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Index,
MDC,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.