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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Symarip,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.