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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 MC5 to the jazz 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.