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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Althea and Donna to the rap 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.