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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Schoolly D to the funk 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '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 Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.