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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the funk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.