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 Germany 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.