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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
UT,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.