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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.