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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Darondo,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.