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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.