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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.