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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca 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?
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.