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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Faust,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.