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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.