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 Somalia and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.