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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 John Foxx 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.