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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.