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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Pole,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
the Human League,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.