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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.