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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Cymande,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.