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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.