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 Paraguay 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Josef K,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.