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 Burundi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.