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 Moldova 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.