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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.