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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Names,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.