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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.