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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Gong,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.