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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Index,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.