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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.