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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Index,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.