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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.