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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.