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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.