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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.