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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
The Move,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.