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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the disco 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.