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 Iraq 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rakim to the rock 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Index,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
DNA,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Television,
Faust,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.