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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.