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 Algeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.