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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Skarface,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.