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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Moon to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.