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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.