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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
The Monks,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.