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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Scion,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Magma,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.