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 Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.