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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol 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?
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.