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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.