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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.