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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.