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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.