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 Grenada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 linndrum 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.