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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.