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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.