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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.