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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Pole,
Franke,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.