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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 UT to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.