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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.