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 Singapore and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.