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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.