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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Crime,
The Motions,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.