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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bar-Kays to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.