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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.