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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.