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 India and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.