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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.