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 China and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.