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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Can,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.