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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Sparks to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Model 500,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.