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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.