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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.