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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.