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 Paraguay 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.