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 India and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Mars,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.