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 Georgia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Wire,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.