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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.