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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Little Man 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.