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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.