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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.