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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.