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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.