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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Roxette,
Josef K,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.