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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Monolake,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.