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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.