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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding 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?
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.