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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
The Victims,
PIL,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.