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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
X-102,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.