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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola 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?
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Nico,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.