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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.