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 Austria and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the crunk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.