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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 theremin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.