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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Echospace,
Excepter,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
CMW,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.