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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
UT,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.