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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.