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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.