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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.