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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.