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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.