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 Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.