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 United States and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
ABC,
the Slits,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.