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 Tanzania 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.