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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.