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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nirvana to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.