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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Deakin to the funk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.