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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Near to the dance 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
DNA,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.