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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.