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 Tunisia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Smoke to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Mars,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.