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 Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the dance 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.