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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Organ,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.