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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the techno 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.