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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Gong,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.