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 Ethiopia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.