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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Organ,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.