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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.