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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.