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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Blancmange to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.