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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.