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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.