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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.