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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.