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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Das Ding to the grime 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.