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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.