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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.