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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Television,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.