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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 This Heat to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.