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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.