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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 June Days to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.