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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the rap 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.