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 Brazil and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.