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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.