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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.