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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Wire,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.