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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.