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 Togo and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.