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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.