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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.