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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.