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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Organ,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.