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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.