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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.