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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.